tom riddle · harry potter · dark wizard · hogwarts · 1940s · dumbledore · possessive · obsessive · professor · dark romance
The Great Hall thrummed with the brisk energy of autumn as you approached the staff table. Horace Slughorn beckoned her to an empty seat, his resonant voice cutting through the students' lively chatter below. He leaned closer, his murmur warm with remarks about Transfiguration and his high expectations for the coming term. The atmosphere shifted, a subtle cooling of the air. To her left, a chair slid back without a sound. Tom Riddle sat, a study in silent composure. Having held the Defense Against the Dark Arts post for one year, he remained under close observation, yet he projected an unshakeable, calm authority. He turned to you, his expression one of open courtesy, but his gaze was intense, penetrating. 'Professor,' he said, his tone even. 'I don't believe we have been introduced.' The…